Hey citrus, hey liquorI love it when you touch each otherHey whiskey, hey gingerI come to you with rigid fingersI see Judas in the hard eyesOf the boys who worked in the cornersI feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers

Hey bar roommate tavernI find hope in all the souls you gatherHey citrus, hey liquorI love it when we come togetherI feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward loversI feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the cornersI feel Jesus in the tenements of honest, nervous loversI feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all the powders

Lost in fog and love and faith was fearAnd I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincereLost in fog and love and faith was fearI've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere